World’s. At the limit of imagination, a prophecy beckons me step. To the edge of my command. Understanding nothing but in all adoration, relying upon scant information. What is a leap, step or jump? Is action appropriate? Does this situation call for analysis, perhaps lengthy discussion? Is the barn burning, the tree falling, the bridge collapsing or the sun imploding? Why then take preemptive action without verifiable evidence?

Shall I be the odd bean out, differently painted, believing it time to be planted outside of season? Or shall the whisper of winds yet sustained deliver me to launching well prompted? What are wings folded and stowed against my back? Who them resists this enemy? What shall grow without good Earth and the mist, water or tears of God’s bidding? To be sufficient testing then choices, mistakes and successes must all be present or possible.

Do I seek enemy movements to muster my cannons to ridgeline? Must I feel his foul breath upon my neck to roust myself in preparation? Will I find his eyes gleaming into mine when first I test the wind for danger or peace? Then if I respond solely to stimuli what happens when deception has been promised out outset? Endurance requires, no demands adequate and mature muscle mass to bear the burdens of battle, even as victory has been assured.

Showing up is meat upon the bones once laying dry in yonder valley. But flesh needs blood to breathe. Oxygen, the life and the death of all men, alerts us to frenzy and frolic. Bucolic though the picture paints, standing on frozen or muddied field to meet enemies in frenzied display is not the same as farming. For plow shares must be beaten to pike, sword or axe. And he who lacks weapons shall water the fields of this night with the blood that was absent in veins and heart pumping.

How then does mouth make a sword of two-edged glory? How may the light be discerned from the darkness well hidden? How then the good from bad, shame from delight, warmth find the coldness of dawn? This is the time for each season. A time to love, a time to build, a time to stand and a time to believe upon God’s War on our behalf. As enemies are laid in the puddle of their founding who shall sit and regard the scenes glorious appearing love. What is victory in promise but the preparation for its arrival?